René d'Herblay, alias Aramis

Aramis takes one of the feather pillows and places it between them, just enough that the hard planes of their bodies do not exacerbate the ache. "We'll put more creams on you soon," he says, shrugging for the question. "Very little." He'd examined the locks, the windows and the doors. He'd cleaned his guns and examined the fire escapes for vantage points previously undiscovered.

"Made certain Athos had a meal and set out for you."